Rien

No, I haven't abandoned my blog. Literally nothing is happening to me right now.

I'll deal with this just fine, don't worry. I'm sure I'll be incredibly busy very soon. It's the waiting that is driving me a bit crazy. Or at least annoyed.

I know I should enjoy it, but I feel strange not getting ready for school this September.

Annie leaves on Sunday for Guelph, very exciting. Remember that show "Boston Common"? That was when the little sister goes to college in Boston and her hick of a brother tags along. He doesn't enroll, but has all the fun of a college student. I'm tempted, but afraid Annie would kill me in my sleep.

"I like when good things happen to me. But I wait two weeks to tell anyone because I like using the word "fortnight"." ~Demetri Martin

She's Almost Back!

Alright, tonight was another great, late episode of Bones.

And I'm happy to say that Bones (at left) is almost back. I was a little disappointed at last week's premiere about Bones' weepy demeanor.

But this week she was on a comeback (she only cried twice).

And they got a new addition to the cast: Dr. Camille "Cam" Saroyan. The new head of the Jeffersonian. And she's a strong, confident woman! Yea! Three on one show, must be a Hollywood record. Please don't let them hate each other!

The only hitch is that it seems that Cam was once involved with Booth in some way or another. Hmmm...I only hope this is not inserted to make Bones jealous of this "relationship". I enjoy the fact that there's no romance between Bones and Booth. It's would be so cliched.

This week's storyline, very good. Besides that the "Bones' parents'" storyline progressed a bit. Seems Bones' father is alive and called out a hit on the man that killed his wife, he doesn't want his daughter to find him...interesting. Very nice to see this incoporated into the larger story.

And next week looks very good.

Need not post, I know I'm a loser for posting about Bones.

"But we're Hodge Podge and Zack-eroni!" ~Eric Millegan a.k.a. "Zack Addy"

Georgia: On My Mind

It's here! Today was the start of getting ready for the School of the Americas/WHINSEC Protest!

Woohoo!

We'll be leaving November 16th and return the following Monday, Novemeber 20th.

We're looking for cash, so if you've got an extra $150 lying around you could send a person down to Georgia!

Good times had by all, while being part of a larger movement! Yippee!

For those of you wondering, I decided not to attend the WHINSEC tour last year after my visit. For the past two years I've gone on the tour of the Fort Benning facilities. Being frisked, intimidated, lied and patronized to is exhausting.

However, I may have a change of heart when it comes time in November. And I have a military man to thank for my reconsideration.

When Gen. Romeo Dallaire was in London two weeks ago someone asked the question of what do you say to a student who is distraught and essentially cynical about a social justice issue they believe is pointless. Gen. Dallaire responded by explaining that people often become disheartened by not seeing change. And that this reaction is unnecessary.

"Why do we always expect there to be change after a few years? Come back after 10 years and then expect a change. Fundamental change takes time and hard work. Getting upset or cynical after a few attempts does nothing for the cause. Be patient, keep working, and don't loose sight of the goal."

True, it's bizarre to be taking advice on this subject from a person involved (and devoted) to the Armed Forces. But if I forget about that part, and just listen to his message, it gets less hazy.

So maybe I'll go and see our friend, Lee Riles (PR for SOA) in November. Even though he called us "agressive Canadians" last year. Either way, I promise myself that this year at the protest I will be more optimistic and driven to remember that closing the SOA is imperative, but that it requires immense work, from everyone.

"Shit or get off the pot." ~ R. Nixon

Abandonment: Part Un

Today, Maggie left to go back to Wolfville, Nova Scotia. She seemed rather excited.

When we got back in the car to drive back to from the airport no one said anything. Then Annie piped up, "Silence...ahh.".

She was so right. If you haven't met Maggie or haven't seen her in a while you might forget how loud she can be.

I blame it on birth order and a bizarre need for her to be noticed constantly. I wonder what she would be like if she wasn't majoring in Theatre *shudder*.

In all seriousness, I do miss Mags. She's the only person I know that can make me laugh one minute, and make me want to wring her neck the next. That's quite a skill.

I won't be seeing Maggie until December, when she comes back for Winter break, so I hope she enjoys herself and has a great final year.

I will be making my own trip to Wolfville in May for her convocation.

I want a good convocation speech from the honourary doctorate person. Apparently they always give the honourary doctorate to a member of the Irving family. That's crap. There must be another Canadian (not from the Irving Oil fortune) that is honourable enough to be recognized?

Maybe we should give our own suggestions for keynotes?

For a Theatre convocation we do have a ton of possibilities.

Ben Mulroney, anyone? Did you know that smarmy Ben has a law degree?

"Popularity is bad for you. I avoid it like the plague."
~Brian Mulroney

Why I Hate Spoons

Ok, I know my aversion to spoons might be a little odd. But it's true. I'm sure that you're all surprised to learn this important piece of information about me. It is incredible when you think about it.

I don't know when my hatred to spoons began. I wasn't attacked by a spoon, and I wasn't born with a silver one in my mouth. All I know is that I find them annoying. The only time a person should use a spoon is for soups or cold cereals. Not stews, not for oatmeal.

I will always choose a fork over a spoon. I'd rather eat anything with a fork and have a bit of a harder time than with a spoon.

I think part of it is the balancing you have to do with a spoon. Or maybe it's the stabbing motion with the fork that I like (that's a scary thought).

So please be advised that if I'm ever using spoon, it's against my own will.

It should also be noted that I not only hate spoons, but chopsticks annoy the hell out of me. But I think that's only because I have no idea how to use them (and, by the way, I don't want to).

Happy Birthday Dad!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!!!

Yes, it's my dad's 51st birthday (OWN IT!), and he's having his desired quiet day at home. Starting with the Turkish Grand Prix at 7:30AM (we'll ignore the 91 years of genocide denial), followed by the red meat extravaganza (see previous post) with a brunch of steak and eggs. Something must be said for the combination of red meat and eggs. Protein overload, I may never recover.

Some of you know my dad, but if you don't I'll fill you in using the astrological information so you can get a better idea of who he is.

First, he was born on Saturday, August 27th at 6PM, 1955 (Year of the Goat). So this means he's:

51 years old
2,662 weeks old
447,086 hours old
OR...
1,609,511,257 seconds old

So, he's a Virgo. Which means he's practical (very), intellectual, diligent (almost annoyingly so), hates sloppy workers (this is VERY true), and modest.

The top song in 1955 was "Ain't That A Shame" by Fats Domino (how appropriate).

You can boil 5.94 ounces of water with the heat from 52 candles.

And...you share a birthday with Mother Theresa.

If you know my dad even a little, you'd know that this fits him to a T.

Although, if you do know my dad he would say that astrology is a bunch of horsecrap.

But that's why I love him. My big, nerdy dad.

Happy Birthday!

The Weekend of Red Meat

At the Rodger house when we have a birthday, this means red meat.

The birthday weekend at the Rodger homestead has barely finished and we are fully saturated with cow.

Fan-freakin'-Tastic

Alright, you'd all be proud of me. Tonight I got out of the house (yea!) and went to go and see a FABULOUS movie!

If you're in a position to do so, go and see "Little Miss Sunshine", you will not be disappointed.

I laughed, Maggie cried. It was beautiful. A gem of dark comedy. Not every dark comedy is able to be pulled off, but this one was perfect. A nice even keel of light and dark moments, and made me laugh out loud (it felt VERY good).

It had it all. Beauty pageants (a beautiful message in the end), a gay love triangle, a suicide attempt, and Proust & Nietzsche.

It takes a lot for me to like a movie, and this was outstanding. It even had a kid at the centre and I still enjoyed myself.

However, I do take exception to the 10 minutes worth of commercials I paid $9.95 to sit through. But that's another discussion for another day. I'll go to sleep contented that my sisters and I went to a movie we all enjoyed.

To show the bizarre happening of me going to a stellar film, the last piece of cinematic beauty that I saw was "Scary Movie 4".

~Duane: Life is one fuckin'beauty contest after another.

Right Down to My Bones

Alright, since I'm being abandoned (check my bitterness) I turn to my father's big screen.

Last night was the season's premiere of "Bones". For those of you who don't know, "Bones" is a FABULOUS show centred on the real-life of Kathy Reichs a forensic anthropologist.

The show follows Temperance "Bones" Brennan, the anthropologist. She's clinical, unaware of popular culture, and driven by facts (and reminds me of a very good friend of mine). Toss in David Boreanaz's FBI Agent Seeley Boothe (yes, he is Bones COMPLETE opposite- what are the odds?!). Then add a motley crue of scientists (a.k.a. Squints) and a quirky reconstruction artist and they make an amazing crime fighting team.

The second season's premiere was not exactly stellar. I enjoy seeing Bones act like the strong capable female, especially when most roles like this one are kept only for men. So imagine with my disappointment with Bones' continual sobbing in this episode.

But still a good one. We know have the added mystery of the disappearance of Bones' parents fifteen years earlier.

The ending of this episode ended in a cliffhanger. Turns out Bones' dad isn't dead!

But why do I love Bones? Mostly because this is yet another show I can watch with my old man; quick, funny and sometimes enlightening. Before "Bones" my dad and I were big fans of "Joan of Arcadia", the program about a girl who talked to God on a regular basis (lame, maybe, but definitely entertaining in a blasphemous kind of way).

And who doesn't like looking at David Boreanaz (aka Angel)?

~Boothe: We're like Scully and Mulder.
Bones: I don't know what that means.

2006 London Throw Down

Ever feel like you're slowly being suffocated? Me, neither.

Must remember we're always evolving. Darwin would be so proud.

To those of you who have escaped London, Ontario or who are about to, I salute you. Hope you're having wonderful times in your respective locales (Winnipeg, Jerrabomberra(?), Paris, Durban, etc., etc.). Fingers crossed and I'll be following shortly.

However, if any of you are looking for a reason to return the scuttlebutt around the Forest City is saying that the upcoming municipal election is going to be a doozy. MP Joe Fontana is expected to throw his hat in the ring to challenge the recently wed Mayor Anne-Marie DiCicco-Best for her seat. Now any who know me understand that I'm no fan of the Liberal Party of Canada, but let's face it; a mentally challenged koala could do a better job than Her Worship Anne-Marie DiCicco-Best. If nothing else, the municipal election will be exciting to watch.

Just when you thought London politics couldn't get anymore ridiculous.

"We hang the petty thieves and appoint the great ones to office." ~Aesop

The Best Indian in London, Ontario

Alright. My mom took me to lunch today and told me we were going to have some incredible Indian food. And I would be completely surprised where we would find this delicious fare.
Imagine my surprise as we enter Cherryhill Village Mall, a.k.a. The Older Persons' Mall. Where the average speed of patrons is slower than a herd of turtles.
It's called "Good 4 U", and it's FABULOUS! And even better, affordable. Let it be known that our older generations really are sometimes wiser.
Their butter chicken kicks butt and their vegetarian plate is amazing...all for extremely low prices and almost (almost) too much food.
Suddenly living in London North got a little more exciting. And a little spicy.

Pop Culture Quiz #1: ANSWERED

If you guessed Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen...you're right. Although I did hear some good guesses from people.
Alas, the Olsen twins (who now what to be known by their names) were the first to profit off of their "real" life celebrity.
If you had a television or a younger sibling during the late 1980s/early 1990s you would remember their empire (estimated worth today: $1 BILLION) starting with their straight to video releases. A favourite in the Rodger household was "To Grandmother's House We Go" ("No snow for Christmas? What a rip off!").
Here is a picture from when the Rodger sisters made the long overdue pilgrimage to MuchMusic last August to see the famed Olsen twins (oops, sorry Mary-Kate Olsen and Ashley Olsen) make a rare public appearance.
Highlights of our time in the MuchMusic Environment you ask? Well, from what I remember we were surrounded by tweens in Uggs and big sunglasses.
My favourite question that was asked by an audience member: "What charities do you guys support?" (Note: My new found appreciation for the tweens in Uggs).
The answer?: "Ummmmm....(2 minute pause as they conference with one another)...we don't like to talk about our charitable donations."
My response?: That's such crap. As though letting a bunch of tweens in on why they donate would suddenly be met with a rash of young people "giving" their cash to those in need instead of buying their Wal-Mart products...Oh, now I get it.
Anyway the seeing of MK and Ashley certainly brought the Rodger girls obsession full circle. And when I say obsession, I'm not kidding. In our house we used to tell time by "Michelles", 2 more "Michelles" until bedtime!!

Note: Michelle was the character's name that MK and Ashley Olsen played on the ever popular Full House. Which if you watch it today, you realize how lame it really was.

"We're just like normal teenagers. Except we travel a lot and own a company." ~MK Olsen

An Education in Popular Culture Part 1

Realized that Andrea probably didn't know who Paris "The Heiress" Hilton was...thought it was a good idea to let her (and others) know...

It must be said that not everyone can profit from being famous for, well, being famous.

Although she is not the first...anyone one know who was the first to make millions off of their celebrity? Ohh, I love a good quiz! Whoever answers first is burdened with the plight of knowing way too much about celebutantes.

"I was having dinner with my grandfather last week, and he said, 'You work harder than any CEO I know.'." ~P. Hilton

Dream Job of the Moment

Dentist to Paris Hilton.

I'm trapped in my blog

I remember when I used to have a journal. I thought it was weird enough to write what I had to say and not share it. Maybe that's the reason a blog appeals. Although the idea of someone (or just anyone) reading my thoughts may border on egotistical.

Oh well. My main aim is to update my friends (some of whom I don't see often enough) and to let them know what's going on in London, Ontario...as well as what I think about what's going on!